YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/bullgod.txt

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"THE BULL GOD".


     The Bull God entered the chamber, his huge shadow playing about

the room from the torch in the corridor behind him.  Having stooped

slightly to get his great bulk through the door, he stood and swung the

massive oaken structure closed, momentarily silhouetting his horned

head against the leaden orangish glow.  The tigress was on a vast

raised dais in the middle of the room.  The platform was strewn with

pillows large and small, and with assorted silk, satin, canvas, and fur

bed coverings.  In the midst of this diffused shadowland on the dais

lay the tigress she-witch he had chosen from the harem.



     She was moaning softly and writhing slowly as if the burning in

her loins was moving through her body, becoming one great ache of

desire needing to be satiated.  She had been waiting for her lord since

that afternoon when the lesser satyrs had begun to prepare her.  She

had been fed the finest of aphrodisiacs and delights to the palate, her

bath was prepared with crushed lavender and mint, aromatic and

soothing, delicately fragrant.  She was read to from the book of

whoredom, she had been sung songs of the lake and the forest and the

ram and the moon.  Then, wrapped in ermine, she was escorted to the

nearby mating chamber.  It was here, in the glow from the fireplace at

the far end of the room, that the aphrodisiacs started to take effect.



     The lesser satyrs used all of their profound knowledge to tease

her mortal flesh to a feverish boiling heat of liquid wanton need.

They had been taught their art by the Horned Deity.  They were supreme

in holding the tigress/whore on the precipice of esctasy awaiting the

beast. She was the goddess of the empty vessel, loins needing to be

split in order to make the spirit whole.



     The Great God of Potency stood looking down upon her sinuous form

as she stared back through half closed eyes.  He smelled like damp

earth and cinnamon.  She swore that she felt the heat from his hand

while it was still inches away, and when he stroked her thigh rivulets

of lightning coursed over her skin like a thousand tongues.  She gave a

low animal moan and spread her legs farther apart revealing that her

swollen womanhood was drenched in musky juice; the Great Satyr licked

his lips and buried his head between her legs, his burning agile tongue

consuming her sweating cunt.  She reached between her legs to stroke

the velvet on his horns, feeling the great power in his bull neck,

while he fondled her ripe breasts.  It was a look that was gentle yet

piercing and relentless that he gave her as his head rose.  The lips

were moist from his feast, his teeth white as pearls in the night and

his eyes glowing embers.



     He moved his hips so that she could reach his huge rigid cock.  It

warmed her mouth with its heat and the moisture at the end tasted like

a pungent honey.  The cock was large and rock hard.  The skin was soft,

supple and fragrant, with the head of the organ being plump and just a

little softer than the shaft.  The Great Bull quaked as she swallowed

his cock.  His moans were a soft low growling.  She held his great rod

with one hand, while she clutched at his arm leading between her legs,

where he was driving her to a frenzy.  His powerful arm was misted with

sweat.  His scent acted to make her a steaming mosaic of engorged,

taut, and yielding flesh.  Grabbing her at the hips, The Beast brought

her flower up to his lips, holding her aloft as if she were a succulent

fruit, while she kept her mouth sucking on his huge penis.



     After a moment the Lord of Lust let the tigress-slut onto the

padded dais, almost dropping her onto the furs.  With a beaming grin

and a furrowed brow he grabbed her leg and dragged her to the edge of

the raised platform.  She knew what was coming; her hips writhing, her

back arching, her fingers blurring over her clitoris, her hand

straining to feel the approaching phallus.  Somehow she missed it and

the huge erect organ entered her without warning, sinking all the way to

the hilt, a fullness she had never experienced before.  Drenching waves

of warmth cascaded from her melting cunt to her full breasts where they

exploded in fountains of pleasure lava flowing through her senses until

she was the essence of lust.  Red was her color, musk was her flavor.

She was purring, possessed.  The Bull bellowed, his arched neck bringing

his head down to her breast where he licked her neck and tasted all

that was his woman tonight.  He was roaring out of control, dragging

her constantly tighter to him, driving into her as if it is to be his

last act.  Her head was shaking, violently making her hair fly about,

her body arched like a bow.



     Suddenly, for a barely perceptible second, they stopped moving,



THEN THEY STARTED SHUDDERING AND SCREAMING, SHOUTING AND MOANING,

POETIC AND FILTHY LANGUAGE FILLED THE AIR.  THE TWO WERE VIBRATING SO

FAST THAT THEY COULD NOT BE TOLD APART AND THE HEAT WOULD HAVE MADE A

MORTAL SHRINK BACK, HAD ANY BEEN PRESENT.  THE FURS AND COVERINGS ON

THE DAIS WERE FLAPPING AS IF IN A GREAT WIND.  IT WAS AS IF VESUVIUS

WAS BARELY CONTAINED IN THE CENTER OF THE CHAMBER.  WITHOUT WARNING

THERE WAS A TREMENDOUS SENSATION OF PRESSURE IN THE ROOM AND THEN WHAT

SOUNDED LIKE A THUNDERCLAP AND THE COUPLE WAS GONE.



     In the dim silence it seemed that it was all over, unless one was

patient enough to observe that the fire across the room looked hazy

when looking across the dais.  In a few hours the two lust mad entities

could be seen rematerializing.  The Great Bull was on his back and the

Great Whore had her head on his chest.  After a while longer they

reappeared completely as if they had just gone on a journey and were

back.  Thus they had laid for awhile more, apparently asleep when the

door opened.  They lesser Satyrs entered quietly and proceeded to light

new incense and to set some wine, bread and fruit besides the dais.

She woke first and saw the last of them leave.  As the door closed it

woke the Bull God.  She felt his head turn and she looked at him.  He

smiled at her and let out a laugh, looking her in the eye.  The fire in

his eyes started to glow brighter and she felt a familiar

tingling......he bent his head towards her until she could not see the

glowing eyes but could only feel his warm breath upon her neck.......

"Do not TAUNT Happy Fun Ball."